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((Exiting to TRAP))

(Moure entering from Group Four thread.))

So, there was one aspect of the room that Moure had not been expecting.

It was empty.

Moure's eyebrows rose, slight concern poking into his brain due to the fact that the Runner had seen Roch leave to this room. Now though, where was the reaper?

Still skeptically glancing around the room, Moure walked in and took a seat at one of the chairs. Yup. Definitely alone. It was the first time he'd actually been the only one somewhere during this whole 'field trip'. There were some strange decorations though... Like there seemed to be some kind of...mouth-like structure on one wall.

But besides that, Moure was more or less alone. How strange.

Herpy tumbled into the hub right above the patchwork boil. It spotted the other boo in the center of the room, and gently floated forward to stare at it intently. It was wearing some kind of hat. How odd. But then, in its brief existence, it had seen some truly odd things, and generally felt it wasn't its place to judge.

It spared a glance for the mouth on the wall. Huh. It flew over to it and... headbutted it lightly. Those lips...so SMOOTH.

It had found a new best friend. Goodbye, unicorn bottom. Hello, macabre sense of decorating. Got any plans later?

[entering from game room!]

Royalty dropped the bag and looked up suddenly. He needed to go. With a determined look he turned and shouted at the mouth on the wall:

"I will get to see Slouchy again!" With that, he shot through a different wall, to get some work done.

((Exiting))

((entering from the room))
By being first out of the room, the frost demon had meant to use the little time she had to think through what she was going to say to her group mates. Unfortunately, that....wouldn't be the case as she saw a black, hulking figure slamming his fist into the floor.

And then there was Moure.

Oh this was going to get awkward really quickly.

Edel looked away and touched her bruised lip hoping the patchwork boil wouldn't notice it. Injuries, it seemed, weren't uncommon takeaways from this ordeal but that one.....

Well.

She should probably be less conscious about it, then perhaps it would go unnoticed.

It took the frost demon a while to absorb the situation, why Herryk would be so distraught. ....He was looking pretty roughed up too. It then struck her. Oh no.

“Hey....” she addressed the draugr, bracing herself for the worst. “w-what happened?”

Herryk glanced up at the blue-haired ghoul, his face a mixture of rage and distress. His lip was curled up in a half-snarl, teeth bared and eyes narrowed.

"There was a mouth," he exhaled, "on the wall. The first time, Herryk and Christof and Calder and Freya went into the mouth to find Barth. Barth was there on a couch." He paused for a moment, mouth pinching in distaste.

"There were also false-reapers. They had Barth. Christof and Herryk hit traps and came back here. Freya and Calder were there still." Herryk gestured at the wall, "A mouth came back. Herryk, Roch and Christof went back in. Freya was not there, and Freya is not here, and," the draugr smashed his fist into the floor again, "Herryk does not know where Freya is." The last few words were spoken in anguish.

"Herryk was beaten again and is now back here. Christof and Calder and Barth are still there. They are outnumbered. These false-reapers are ruthless. They seem impossible to kill."

Having explained the current situation, Herryk dragged himself over to Lattice. Pausing on his knees before her, Herryk looked lost. Drained. Like a child seeking comfort, Herryk buried his face against Lattice's stomach and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Herryk fears the worst for Freya, Lattice. Herryk is.. he is afraid." His voice broke on the last word, muffled against Lattice's stomach.

((Entering from Its a Trap))

The hunchback rolled into the hallway in pieces, groaning faintly as his body slumped some good several yards away from where his head had rolled. His brain was spinning even though his decapitated appendage had stopped moving. His arm was... somewhere. Under a chair, no doubt.

He didn't feel like pulling himself together.

He had failed his Master... he had failed Calder... they should just put him out of his misery.

Edel was rather terrified at how the draugr looked at her, but mostly because his face showed that something had just gone really, really wrong. She bit down on her lip as the boil began to recount the events that occured – the false reapers had used Barth as a bait! They tried to rescue his, wait, a mouth?! The ghoul looked around the room for a sign of the mouth Herryk had mentioned – nothing. Edel shook with anger as she continued to listen to Herryk – outnumbered...impossible to kill...some of them were now missing

This was what she had feared the most. She knew this was going to happen. So, WHY?! The frost demon was kicking herself for it.

Edel couldn't bring herself to look at Lattice and the broken Herryk for a number of reasons. Her head was a blur of dizzying thoughts – what to do now, how do we find them – no, how do we find the Professor and the boogeyman. And if they had to fight, they'd better get more people to outnumber them instead. Don't get flustered now she tried calming herself down think rationally. And this time, try to ..... voice your opinion slowly and less aggressively. Argh, what the jack seriously. The frost demon pulled her hair back, there was minimal effort put into veiling the fact that she was extremely worried and deep in thought.

Still, she should say something to comfort Herryk – but she didn't really know how to put it nicely. Or if she should put it nicely at all.

“I...don't think ....they're dead.” she swallowed, feeling annoyed with herself at how comforting that was. “Freya...those false reapers have probably caught her – but they won't do anything to her ....yet” the last word was spoken with a regretful whisper. Edel hated herself for saying that. Freya might be in one of those cages she had been in now.....

“There is still a chance to save them!” she burst out,”we need to find Professor Red or Cee to pass on the message – perhaps they could help with something. O-or if we're to break them out, we should gather more people and do it together.” Wait. How exactly did they come all together, the last time they broke them out? There was a little pause before to turned to Moure and asked “How....did you all get to us the last time. I mean, there were quite a number of groups I'd have to assume?” Yeah, that's right – who organised the previous escape? The mysterious Lady? She didn't answer his previous question amidst the mess of thoughts in her head.

Those thoughts were shoved aside as a very battered Roch began to appear – at least he's safe. And now appeared a very battered patchwork Igor. Oh jack.

Edel fumbled through her pockets and drew out the silver bell she received from the boogeyman earlier. ...Right, she hadn't told her group about that....

“Lattice, I'm sorry I didn't tell you and the others about this earlier-” really, was there a need to explain? “Oh gosh, I'm sorry if you think this is selfish of me again-” Her words were cut off as she began to ring the bell, drawing FEAR from herself and amplifying it so it made its way around the room.

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Edel's HP: 15 - 5 = 10

Lattice, Moure, Christof, Herryk and Roch's HP: all +6

Number of uses left: 2